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1. I just come down from the Isle of Skye,
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I'm no very big, and I'm awful shy,
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Aw thelassies shout when I go by,
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"Donald, where's your troosers?"
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Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,
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through the streets in my kilt I'll go,
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all the lassies say, "Hello!
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Donald, where's your troosers?
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2. А lassie took me to a ball
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and it was slippery in the hall,
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and I was feared that I would fall,
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'but I I had nae on ma [Am]troosers.
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Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,
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through the streets in my kilt I'll go,
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all the lassies say, "Hello!
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Donald, where's your troosers?"
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3. Now I went down to London town,
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and I had some fun in the underground,
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the ladies turned their heads around, saying,
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"Donald, where are your trousers?"
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Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,
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through the streets in my kilt I'll go,
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all the lassies say, "Hello!
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Donald, where's your troosers?
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4. To wear the kilt is my delight,
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it is not wrong, I know it's right,
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the highlanders would get a fright,
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if they saw me in the trousers.
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Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,
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through the streets in my kilt I'll go,
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all the lassies say, "Hello!
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Donald, where's your troosers?
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5. The lassies want me every one,
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I let them catch me if they can,
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you canna put the breeks on a highland man,
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and I don’t wear the troosers.
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Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,
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through the streets in my kilt I'll go,
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all the lassies say, "Hello!
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Donald, where's your troosers?"
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